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Construction

Construction Thoughts we build up create inner space And even if we know it’s all a construct Constantly reformed, reimagined A series of illusions Layers of choices As solid as stone Is it fixed Are we fixed Can we alter how we are formed Those hallmarks, fissures in our nature Once in a while rupturing the edges, boundaries Voices, memories echo, but something beautiful Something inside of us chooses, chooses to be there Something elusive: sparkling or signalling, shifting in and out Of harmony, in and out of dissonance, beauty and dysmorphia